Minato looked over his shoulder and noticed the cyborg dumbo swinging his arm right into a security guard. He guessed the smarts were not something he possessed. He looked forward again and noticed D.J was gone. “KSU. This night is turning from fun to.. well fun.” He came to the railing of the upper area, where the bar was, and was faced with a decision. Either turn around and face more gorilla's and possibly a cyborg mutant ninja gorilla or jump down. That decision was swiftly made, so he gripped the railing and swung his legs upwards, completely oblivious to the fact that the security gorilla's had stopped chasing him favoring the larger prey. 

Mid air Minato heard two loud claps, but amidst this chaos the last thing he'd think they were are gunshots. Never the less the following mass of people flowing towards the exits gave him a good idea of what was going on - someone had just fired shots and since the security was up in arms against that gorilla cyborg supermutant from space, they were probably shooting him. Atleast, that was the conclusion Minato made. He landed on the floor with a loud thump, going through his knees flimsily and standing straight up again afterwards. Once again he brushed the dust off of him, looking at the general area people were headed in. Amidst the group he managed to spot D.J, moving at a conciderably slower pace than the rest and seemingly seemed to be swaying side to side. Was she alright? Maybe she was the one that got shot instead? Minato slowly started walking to her, then walked faster, going into a jog. 

When he got to her, through the confision and mass of people, he grabbed her by the shoulder and swung his other arm around, grabbing her other shoulder. In any case, if the guards would try to control the crowd, they'd be going the way everyone else was going. Minato spoke out loud, not really realizing it and continueing his thought train. “Ah, so we must get another exit.” This would ofcourse seem like somewhat related - but not very sensical brabbling to D.J but it didn't matter, she seemed to be in some sort of shock from the sheer fact that yes, even she could look womanly. It would probably be because of the chaos, but whatever. “D.J, are you alright?” Ofcourse she wasn't Minato, you baka. Minato pulled her away to some backdoor which they opened by pressing in the bar on the door. 

However once they got outside, there was some guard standing there smoking. Obviously he missed the part where the club was under attack or being stolen from. It was still a bit unclear to Minato what the hell was going on and he hadn't noticed the strongbox under D.J's arm yet. “Ksuuu, this is like some cliché action movie where there's bad guys around the corner, isn't it.” The guard let a ''Huhhh?'' slip from his mouth before Minato punched him in the throat. 

Except it didn't do much. The guard felt his throat and then looked at Minato. “Oi, scrub. Twigs o' 'er kind ain' spose' to be throwin' punches.. ki' like you nee' to use 'er head.” Minato looked at hist fist and then nodded at the man. What a strange situation. “Oh, I get it.. like this?” He pulled his head back and swung it forward towards the mans forehead again, headbutting him and causing the mans head to slam backwards into the brickwall. The man slid down against the brickwall and tried to get back up but failed miserably, opting instead to go and lay down and take a nap of sorts. Nevermind the blood guzzling from the hole in his head. 

Minato grabbed D.J again and pulled her up the concrete stairs to the left which lead back up to street level, but had no real idea what to do now. He looked around the corner and noticed groups of people being lead out by the guards. He was still unsure whether or not they were after her or not but she was acting rather strange. He turned round again and faced D.J. “Oioi, Disc Jockey.” He grinned at his stupid joke. “What happened? Oi, what is in that box? Oi, were they after you? And oi, do you know where I can buy a dog?” God damnit Minato. You're a fucking retard. The worst part was - he was serious. This was gonna be a long night for D.J if she was gonna deal with this A-class social wreck.